C6 (2/2)

As the two families were related by marriage, they usually took care of Zhang Yun, who had no parents and had a good relationship with him.

The more he listened, the more he felt that something wasn't quite right. In the end, he began to hum.

Zhang Yun stood up and took out a portrait from the mottled wall. Behind the portrait was Zhang Yun's secret.

The secret was a small hole the size of a finger.

Usually, Zhang Yun's aunt, Zhang Xueman, would be lying on her stomach in this small hole, quietly observing Zhang Xueman, who was separated by a wall.

It's been a few years now.

This allowed him to pass through countless lonely and restless nights.

In the past, no matter what kind of clothes Luo Luo Luo was wearing, his aunt would always be conservative, so she could only see his body on the outside of his small vest and shorts in the summer.

But today, what entered Zhang Yun's eyes was a completely white body.

To be exact, not all places were white.

It was just like the trembling snow-white fruit that his aunt had grabbed with her left hand. On the top of her hand, there was a bright-red strawberry.

The alluring color had already fully bloomed, and under the rubbing of her fingers, it became even more tender.

As for his aunt, her other hand had already reached between her two fully opened legs, rhythmically fiddling with it.

”This is …”

Zhang Yun's brain was about to explode.

His usually conservative aunt, even the village's second-rate son, would blush to the point that her neck would turn red if she told a joke. Yet today, she actually let herself fly on the brick bed that was separated by a wall.

Could this be how my aunt looked like?